The Very Big, Bad White Thing
The very big, bad white thing
By Michelle Morris
26/11/2022
I am the very big, bad white thing
Some love me, some hate me
But I have no feeling
I am created by choice and reason
I am the very big, bad white thing
Some can taste me and leave me be
Some taste me and I become an addiction
Some taste me and enjoy the freedom
I am the very big, bad white thing
I cost so much more than money
Bodies and reputations
Lives and families all fall down
I am the very big, bad white thing
Have you guessed yet?
Do you know what I am?
Are you scared yet of what I can take?
I am the very big, bad white thing...
I am cocaine
I am a drug
I am an addiction
I am an affliction
I am expensive
I am death
I am the very big, bad white thing
Choose me and play Russian Roulette
With your life and soul
For I play for keeps
© Michelle Morris, 2022
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